Buds
This sudden revelation
Image
That stark forgotten white
As I stand gazing
Through an olive green scrim
Beyond the damp and dusted mist
This Seurat shower of pointillistic heads
A sudden crowd
A noisy crowd come to life
With music of the spheres
The dance along each bough
Fancy to hear
Distant
Each small voice
In riotous cheer
Spring people
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2009
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